Sunday, December 29, 2013

Christmas and soon the New Year. I've had meetings in the Stewartry, Nithsdale and Wigtownshire with various people and groups. The best is just having a hingin ear as you go through your life though, listening to folk talk. Since I've had my head adjusted to this task, every time I enter into any conversation at all ideas jump out.I'm going to approach it as an encyclopaedia, same as the McTaggart original, part as an homage, partly because it gives me a chance to indulge flights of fancy, very much like he did. I'm including definitions of words, phrases, idioms, and looking at places, people, themes.Recent entries I've drafted have been under A: Anthony Hopkins bench; Away with the Fairies, under H: Hollow; Hingin Ee, under F: Feisty; Funerals.It's not going to be a work of ethnology though it will include what people have said to me. The object is to show how rich I feel Galloway is, it's history and legacy, its people. The object is mostly to entertain. Me. You, also. And maybe those that come after.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

In the old stories the fairies were a mixed bag. Some worked
well with humans, responded well to favours and kindnesses. When the Knight of
Myrton Sir Godfrey McCulloch received a visit from the King of the Fairies
complaining that a sewer he was having built was causing major subsidence in
the fairy kingdom he immediately diverted it. This was a good move because the
King of the Fairies turned up at Godfrey’s execution in Edinburgh and spirited him away just before
the axe.

The Castle at Myrton

However many other sources show the fairies’ dark side, and
even that they mirrored human prejudices.The beautiful fairy girl of Cairnywellan Head near Port Logan, for
instance, was a rose complexioned 12 year old who could be seen dancing and
singing wildly when fugitives of the Irish rebellion of 1798 were found in the
Rhinns and summarily shot or hung by the militia. She disappeared for 50 years
but couldn’t contain her glee when the Potato Famine broke out and was soon out
in the hills, again, dancing to celebrate the mounting body count.

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The Church at Borgue

The story of the fairy boy of Borgue can be found in the
records of the Kirk Session there. This boy would disappear for days or weeks
on end, saying he had been with his ‘ people’. His grandfather sought help from
a priest who banished the fairies. Thereafter the boy was shunned in the community,
not because he’s been away with the fairies but because he’d got the help of a
catholic.

Sunday, December 01, 2013

The Siller Guns of Kirkcudbright and Dumfries were trophies presented by King James V1 of Scotland to try and encourage skill and marksmanship using the new technology of musketry, at ‘Wappenshaws’. The idea, as ever, was to have the locals able to defend themselves properly against the English when they attacked. The Dumfries Siller Gun was presented at a banquet by the King himself to the Trades of Dumfries in Queensberry Square, not that it was called that then, on 3rd August 1617.

"And may this day, whate'er befa',The King's birthday, our WaponshawBe hailed wi' joy by great and sma',And through the landMay Concord, Liberty and LawGae hand in hand."

From 'The Siller Gun' a poem of 1780 by Dumfries poet John Mayne

The Kirkcudbright gun is a model of an early firearm called a hagbut, and has the date 1587, and the initials T Mc for Thomas MacLellan, Provost of Kirkcudbright. It is the oldest surviving sporting trophy in Britain

The Siller Gun of Kirkcudbright

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The Dumfries gun was originally a miniature cannon mounted on a wheeled carriage, but in the early 19th century it was vandalised and remade by the silversmith David Gray as a flintlock musket.

The Dumfries Siller Gun

The Kirkudbright gun was older than the Dumfries one, but the contest for the Siller Gun in Dumfries is the one still regularly held, annually on or before the town’s Guid Neighbours Celebrations in June. The shoot was held at Kingholm in the old days, but for health and safety reasons moved to the gun club in the old aerodrome at Heathall. Competing either as individuals or as teams, the participants are often from the gun club itself or from various of the cadet forces, or the TA. The competition is intense, and the punch bowl which is awarded these days is a much coveted prize.

In 2004, an ex-Chef well known around Dumfries, let’s call him Theo, having heard some talk of the contest in a pub, decided for a laugh to enter the siller gun with his mate, an ex-cabinet maker. It would be fair to say that the pair at that time had drifted from life’s mainstream and were full-time ageing hippies and herbalists. Having signed up when under the influence, and never fired a gun in his life, Theo sought advice from his drinking cronies, some of whom had past military experience. “Breathe the bullet out” intoned the artist Hugh MacIntyre, mysteriously, “breathe it to the target.”

Having completely disregarded or forgotten any advice, the pair spent the morning of the competition relaxing in their usual fashion then reeled up to shoot, among the last of more than three hundred competitors. “We were like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” said Theo later,

“……..was blazing away in the booth next door and giggling like a madman, his cartridges kept falling onto my back, burning me”. Later on in the Hole in the Wa, a bemused Theo was sought out by one of the contest officials and told he’d scored ten perfect bulls-eyes, the best pattern since 1932 and had, much to his own and everyone else’s astonishment, romped the siller gun.